Epitome of love.
All I saw.
Him hanging on the cross.
He had His arms wide open.
He was bleeding. Bleeding.
His wounds. Gashes.
It was painful. Suffering of the worst kind. Who understands?
He was weeping.
He was looking.
He was looking at me looking at Him.
I weep and weep.
I was looking and I see.
I see the epitome of compassion.
I see the epitome of mercy.
I see the epitome of grace.
I see the epitome of forgiveness.
I see the epitome of love.
What is love?
He is looking at me.
Staring at me.
Through those loving eyes.
He is love.
Forever and ever.
And nothing shall plague.
For it all pales in comparison to His sacrifice.
The ultimate sacrifice of love.